The Mint

It was an old road, long traveled by farmers and traders, linking two nameless villages which likely hadn’t seen a tax collector in generations. Trees rose to each side, not so thick as to block all of the sun, but thick enough that animals were seen fleetingly. The smell of green and dust were thick in the air, though it was still. Pulling a lozenge from her pouch, she popped it into her mouth. Mint candies were her favorite, and the trader in the last village had a small store. She shook her head. Supplies seemed thin everywhere this year.